billionaire brat(s) | iwaoi

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What if I just discontinue this story lmfaooo

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Monday morning, Iwaizumi couldn't figure out or even think about his problems because a bigger mess was glaring at him in the shape of a tear strained woman sitting across them in Oikawa Tooru's office.

To be fair, Iwaizumi did get there first.

But she was standing outside, begging to see him.

Iwaizumi got curious.

(And also because she was sobbing, which was just worse to be with someone in an elevator with)

Could you blame him?

Oikawa sat in his office chair and Iwaizumi stood beside him to his right with folded arms and a blank stare.

To Oikawa's left, stood Kiyoomi and Sakura. All of them patiently waited for her to speak.

She awkwardly crossed her legs across them and sniffled into a tissue. Her black hair was tied into a knot and several prominent lines around her eyes indicated that she must have been at least in her early thirties.

"I know you recognize me." She said with a voice that was deep and warm, as beautiful as herself.

Iwaizumi shifted slightly.

"Mhm?," Oikawa smiled, eyes big and glinting, "I'm not sure I do."

She looked surprised, "I'm Mio.. . We met at your social event six months ago?"

Oikawa didn't even spare a moment to think instead he shook his head.

"Oh." Her face filled with disappointment.

Iwaizumi glanced down at Oikawa who was still staring at her, confused.

"It's yours," Mio said nervously.

"Everything here is mine," Oikawa declared, "what do you mean?"

She slowly circled a hand around her stomach and Iwaizumi immediately knew. He inhaled sharply, catching on. Kiyoomi cleared his throat.

Of course.

Of course, this would happen, Iwaizumi thought.

Though Oikawa was actually annoyingly stupid because he put a hand on his stomach and stared at her with a slight head tilt.

Sakura let out a laugh as Kiyoomi scowled down at him, "she's pregnant." He said.

Mio nodded, "it's yours."

Oikawa's eyes widened and his eyes snapped up towards Iwaizumi who looked away instantly, "that's not possible," Oikawa said, to him instead of Mio, "I haven't had sex in months."

The woman shook her head, "it's not new. I'm six months pregnant, it just doesn't show as much," she stretched her arm out to him, "you remember this?" referring to her tattoo. It was a plain butterfly, Iwaizumi noticed.

". . . Oh." Oikawa squinted at her as recognition set in, "but that's— that's still not possible. I haven't had sex in 7 months."

Sakura burst into laughter, "What kind of loser keeps track of—

"It could've happened the second time?" Mio pushed, her eyes hopeful and desperate.

Oikawa shook his head, "that's still 7 months ago."

"Second time?" Kiyoomi and Sakura said at the same time, clearly surprised but he ignored them.

Iwaizumi looked at Mio and later at Oikawa.